Their Beautiful Worm

Their Beautiful Worm desperately searched for a painting of a melon that they would eat. It might have been a fairly odd exercise, to some, but not to the Worm, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, entertaining. You wouldnt have imagined, a painting of a melon was the thing that was chosen.

Their Beautiful Worm carried a bag of flour that they would sometimes put up their bum. It should be a fairly curious activity, to me, but not to the Worm, who considered that this idea was spectacular. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of flour was the thing that was chosen.

Their Beautiful Worm often carried a custard pie to play with. It was a fairly curious thing to do, to me, but not to the Worm, who felt that this idea was out of this world. Who would have imagined, a custard pie would be the thing that was selected.

Their Beautiful Worm desperately craved for a piece of paper to try to balance on their head. It is a fairly different thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Worm, who thinks that it was in fact, miraculous. Honestly, a piece of paper was the thing that was opted for.

Their Beautiful Worm desperately needed a bag of poop that they would sometimes cuddle. It would have been a weird proposal, to you, but not to the Worm, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a bag of poop is the thing to choose.

Their Beautiful Worm often carried a hat that they would often share. It would be a fairly surprising idea, to my grandma, but not to the Worm, who thinks that this idea was the most awesome idea. Who would have thought, a hat would be the chosen thing.